Dusk till Dawn
JAVI
Orange has never been my color.
My feet, shackled at the ankle, shift across the floor as I move slowly over the puke-green floor, the shiny linoleum sliding underfoot. The cuffs are too tight across my wrists, making the bone beneath ache. The metal pinches into my skin.
My eyes are bleary, my muscles weary from sleeping on a goddamned cot in what has been the longest forty-eight hours of my life. But as soon as I see the glass barrier, as soon as I see the blonde hair beyond it, my body comes alive again, my back straightening as I take in the sight in front of me, the smile that widens as I come closer.
I sit at the seat offered to me, the officer at my side plunking me down in the metal chair and exiting with a gruff reply.
“You’ve got ten minutes, Mondello.”
